Free Salvation for Three by Liza Curtis Black Page B

tongue against her backside, teeth dragging and nipping.
    His mouth did a circuit on each cheek, then she felt heat and wetness against the small bud of her ass. She bucked, amazed at the feeling.
    No one had ever licked her or kissed her there. Tirin made a growling noise and tried to force his tongue into her, pushing and then pulling out.
    Keer felt like every nerve in her body was alive, inflamed. She groaned into the bedding, trying to breathe. Tirin was relentless, alternately licking and chewing his way against her bud, tongue pushing into her between forays. One large finger pressed into her backside and she clenched at the invasion. The nerves were alive
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    there, tingling, like nothing she'd ever experienced, in a mix of pain and pleasure. Tirin pulled her up, balancing her against his shoulders, his head buried in her cheeks.
    Cian wasted no time in a frontal assault. Moving under her, he latched his mouth onto one breast and pulled, tweaking the nipple on the other while his teeth grazed her. His hand moved down to slide two fingers between her legs, and she felt him groan against her skin.
    "Like a flood. Open up for me." It was a command from a warrior.
    Tirin's hands held her back against him. Tongue buried in her ass, he was practically humming into her now, shaking his head against her, biting and licking. Keer pushed back, loving the feeling of him opening her up. Cian moved down her belly to slide her wet lips apart with his tongue, sucking in her juice. He pulled her sex into his mouth hard. Keer pushed down against him, desire blinding her. Tirin tightened his grip.
    Finally, an answer to the piercing heat. "Do not stop. Gods help me, I need this." It was a blinding mental cry.
    "Never, my mate." Tirin pathed while he held her in place against Cian's working mouth. Keer felt her pussy creaming onto Cian's face.
    She reached down to pull his head hard against her. He growled into her and sucked her hard in response, pushing two fingers into her, his long tongue circling over and over, flicking her nub and then plunging into her hot passage. She cried out at the invasion. He retreated and thrust into her again
    "So tight. Will you take me, small hunter?" Cian's words scorched her brain while he flicked and grazed his teeth across her swollen nub, punctuating his words and thrusting his fingers inside her. ""Will my cock fit in this tight passage? Give me more of you."
    Keer felt him pull away, and would have fallen if Tirin hadn't held her up. Cian turned under her, effectively pushing his head back nearly between Tirin's knees.
    "Give her back to me," Cian commanded.
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    furring of black curls and Cian's thick round cock, larger than she had ever seen, pulsing toward her. She reacted on instinct, sliding her hands around his balls and squeezing gently. Cian let out a groan.
    "Gods."
    Keer felt feminine power run through her. They may have been toying with her, but now she would get even with Cian, at least. His mouth latched onto the inside of her thigh, sucking hard, biting her.
    She decided to move at her own pace and slid her tongue across the glistening drop at the slit in his massive cock, moaning in her throat while she tasted him on her tongue. He had that musky, salty taste, and she wanted more. She continued to massage his dark balls with her fingers, exploring and slowly twirling her tongue around his head, sucking, eliciting healthy groans from him and laughter from Tirin.
    "She will unman you, my friend." Tirin's hands squeezed Keer's cheeks again she tried to push back to him in frustration. Cian's head came up, nuzzling her, sliding his tongue wide against her opening, pushing into her deep. She countered by sucking harder on his length and slowly pushing him deeper into her throat, increasing the vacuum and trying to swallow. She was rewarded with a deep growl. Cian pushed his tongue into her with sweeping strokes,